Page 87 of Promise Me Nothing
I tuck it away and finish cashing out with Hamish.
“Don’t forget, this weekend is Memorial Day weekend. Everyone gets scheduled, no exceptions,” he says, giving me a glare that lets me know he means business. “Holiday weekends are smashed around here. The schedule has been up for two weeks, so unless you’re in the hospital, no calling in sick.”
I nod. “No problem. I’ll be here.”
Hamish grins, his face relaxing slightly. Then he hands me my receipt for the day, and heads off to do whatever managers do to close everything down. Once I finish tipping the bussers and hosts, I’m still pocketing over four hundred bucks.
Smiling, I swing through the kitchen and staff room to grab my backpack, then venture out the side door, towards the loading area.
But before I even unlock my bike, I hear my name.
I look over my shoulder and grin when I see Paige strutting my way. “Tell me you’re not going home right now.”
“Uhmmmmmm…” I look at my phone, seeing that it’s nearly twelve o’clock. “Yeah, I’m going home right now.”
Paige laughs, but continues walking in my direction. She looks amazing, as usual. Her short hair is styled and teased, and she’s wearing a red dress that leaves little to the imagination paired with some sky-high heels, though she’s still shorter than me when she finally reaches where I’m standing.
“Well, it’s time to change your plans, lady. We’re going out!”
I shake my head. “I have to work tomorrow morning and then I have a double on Friday and night shifts all weekend. I need to go home and crawl in bed.”
Paige pouts. “Oh, come on.”
“It’s a Wednesday.”
“Yeah, it’s Wave Wednesday during summer. Half-price drinks!”
I purse my lips and Paige’s shoulders slump. “Pleeeeeease.It’s no fun going out with just the guys, and Lennon went on a trip to visit her grandpa in Boston.” She twists her fingers together like she’s praying, tucks her hands under her chin. “Please, please, please,”Paige whispers. “If you come, I won’t tell everyone that you went on a run with Wyatt.”
My eyebrows fly off my face. “How do you know about that?”
She lifts a single shoulder, her expression mischievous. “I have my sources.”
I rest a hand on my hip and give her a saucy grin right back. “First of all, I don’t care if people know Wyatt and I went on a run. We’re friends. And second, if your sources know, then it isn’t a secret worth bartering with.”
Paige sticks a lip out. “You’re no fun. I only know because I saw you together. Nobody else knows.” She looks side-to-side. “But between you and me? That boy issooooooointo you.”
I laugh. “What? No. No, no, no. He’s not…” I shake my head. “Nah.”
Paige claps her hands and jumps up and down. Impressive, considering those shoes. “Ohmygawwww and you like him tooooooo!”
I continue to laugh in a painfully awkward way, shaking my head. “You could not be further from the truth, Paige. Really. Nope, nope, nope.”
She twirls her hips back and forth, still giving me a ridiculous smile. “You know you wanna come with meeeeeee. Besides.” She leans forward and whispers. “Wyatt’s coming tonight.”
I take a deep breath.
Clearly a mistake.
“Knew it!” she says, pointing at me. “Ugh, you guys need to bone, ASAP.”
My whole body flushes red. Like, head-to-toe, lobster red. Just the idea of sex with Wyatt… I can’t even finish that thought. And honestly, I’m a little embarrassed that it came to mind at all.
Paige giggles, but then steps closer and bumps me with her hip. “Come on, pretty girl. Lucas was the one who told me you’d be here. Come out with us. It’ll be so fun!”
Part of me wants to go with her. But part of mealsowants to climb into the shower and wash away the smell of working in a restaurant, then curl into my jammies and call it a night.
“Let’s go back inside and doll you up a little bit, huh?”
